For The Love Of The Song

I thought I'd start this simple song

With something you could sing along

Like, "Nah nah nah nah nah nah"

But then I felt a bit cliché

I started beaten path that way

And besides, it didn't get me very far



I guess the well is running dry

I'm not surprised

It's been thirteen years of lies

Running at the mouth about

These lovers I can't live without

Well, I'm not exactly hunting them down



Down and out and overweight

Under the influence of three years straight

Of drinking on the job

If it's not some love affair

It's a song about the great despair

Of the loner at the end of the bar



Well you are what you are

You are what you are

You are, you are

You do, you do

Nah nah nah nah nah nah



A hundredth verse

Same as the first

I'm a dictophone of drunken slurs

Press rewind, it's a new album

Hot off the press

Hey, but this guy sounds depressed again



So you can never drop this drunken bit

And the fits of pain you still stomach

Well, it's for the love of the song

Oh yeah, the song

Oh yeah, the song

I thought it was

I thought it was supposed to be a singalong

Oh yeah, the song

Oh yeah, the song, the song, the song

The song, for the love of the song